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155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. I have—run away. We’ll have some buttered toast. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. He loaded the launch with a thousand pounds—all she could carry—and started home immediately after sundown; but even then he lost from a hundred to a hundred and fifty pounds before he had the stuff cached in McClintock's bamboo-covered sawdust pit. Spurlock snatched the check out of Ruth's hands and ran to the window. There was some justification for her annoyance, for negotiation of the secret passage demanded either a stout heart, or a desperate one. “You!” said Ann Veronica. She had set out to get a beautiful life, a free, untrammelled life, self-development, without counting the cost either for herself or others. “Lucy! Where is my daughter? Where have you. Here, Peter," he added to a curly-headed lad, who was playing on one of the grassy tombs, "ask your father to step this way. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint shudder stir her shoulders. She pulled herself together and put her eye to the eye-piece. .
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